Salamandor jumped back several meters with just a light hop. The tips of his severed fingers bubbled violently before growing into new fingers. Shaking the remaining residue off he took up a basic stance, "Honestly, you were always the reason why I didn't act."
"Oh? I haven't always been present."
"The dear masked fellow would undoubtedly last at least a minute in a fight against me. Once word got out that I was forcing my way to obtain his ring, you could arrive in just seconds. However. . . you're not that Fourth Stage menace right now. Third Stage? This clone can easily handle such a power."
"You're far too focused on the concept of Stages."
"It's insurmountable for a reason after all~!"
Sword Intent flashed, but Salamandor rapidly avoided any further cuts. With dramatic flips akin to that of a acrobat performing in a circus, he easily avoided any damage.
